Gift me your exquisite arrival times...
your comings and goings into your own--
and I will instinctively pour what I contain.
What I kept for myself...will consider itself
free, and so...begin to disappear on sight.
We could make this life a common affair...
couple in color till we bore through the canvas.
We've already gone where no man or woman
have gone before--as space is a matter of being
unique unto us...yet not.
The space between our uniqueness and
likeness...is the ineffable space that the infinite
gave chase to.
It is true...we will die misunderstood, please
don't misunderstand.